The Christian Vanguard

Some time ago, I wrote on this blog about a dream I had of a lost friend, and how I woke up crying because I hadn't seen her in so long, and my dream was a fresh reminder of her face. Last night, the same thing happened, but for an ex love of mine. In my dream, I was walking towards class, and I happened to bump into her. I didn't recognize her at first, but details started forming as I continued to talk with her. I told her how happy I was to see her, after not seeing her for too long, even though we had a painful conversation (why did you come here-because I still love you-don't tell me that, I can't bear it-marry me).  Dreams are shadows of reality. They can make the incoherent coherent. While in real life, I cannot force her to freely love me again (to force something freely is a contradiction), I can make it so in my dreams, and more easily in my imagination. But life too is a shadow of heaven. Contrary to the cynicists, in virtue of our participation in Being...

Last night I had one of the most satisfying dreams ever, in which I got to see and play with a great friend that I lost last year. I was walking down the neon lit street into a middle class neighborhood when I bumped into my friend Julia. I haven't seen her in almost a year, so naturally I am thrilled to see her again. She expresses hesitation to dialogue with me, but I try to assure her that I am up to no funny business and that I'm genuinely happy to see her again. Somewhat skeptical, she allows me to walk her to a cafe where she was scheduled to do a spoken word poem (which is odd because that's not like her to do). Afterwards, we hung out and laughed a lot.  I woke up almost in tears because such great happiness was over and learned to be unreal. I love dreaming. Rarely do I get nightmares. But what this all points to, and what I take consolation in, is the hope that at the end of history, I get to be reunited with all my lost friends, Julia included.